dat hoe! - meru saga lyrics
[intro]
fwooh
[pre*chorus]
hol’ up, check out da’ wrist (check out da’ wrist)
step out the crib just to flex on a b*tch (flex on a b*tch)
balenciaga, i put it on, go and step on a n*gga (step on a n*gga)
rather take an ‘l’, i won’t be no quitter (be no quitter)
i’ll sit still, you can take yo’ picture (take yo’ picture)
chop’ eat him up, it’ll take his liver (take his liver)
f*ck that hoe, then i switch to his sister (switch to his sister)
[chorus]
woah, come on
yo’ ho’ tryna find out what i’m on (what i’m on)
bad ass n*gga, i feel like von (like von)
fat ass drum, it’ll eat yo’ lungs (yo’ lungs)
ugh, f*ck them guns
he wan’t smoke we can run his 1’s (his 1’s)
ugh, i got funds
ball now, she ranking them air force (1’s them 1’s)
he think he sl!ck ’till i takе his gun (his gun)
i want it all, imma take yo’ ho’ (yo’ ho’)
ugh, 3, 4 blunts
f*ckin’ around, imma face that hoe
i see thе opp, imma chase that hoe
chop’ gon’ spray, imma mace that hoe
check yo’ drink, might’ve laced that hoe
f*ck what you think, imma get that dough (dough)
[verse]
won’t do a pill if that sh*t ain’t prescripted
industry plants, boy, you n*ggas be scripted
shout out to bengard, he seeing the vision
b*tch ass n*gga in the vc dissing
if you got a problem, then n*gga come fix it (come fix it)
why you hiding? i really don’t get it (b*tch)
strapped up, tryna go on a mission (on a mission)
smacked up, put that boy in submission (submission)
[pre*chorus]
hol’ up, check out da’ wrist (wrist)
step out the crib just to flex on a b*tch (flex on a b*tch)
balenciaga, i put it on, go and step on a n*gga (step on a n*gga)
rather take an ‘l’, i won’t be no quitter (be no quitter)
i’ll sit still, you can take yo’ picture (take yo’ picture)
chop’ eat him up, it’ll take his liver (take his liver)
f*ck that hoe, then i switch to his sister (switch to his sister)
[chorus]
woah, come on
yo’ ho’ tryna find out what i’m on (what i’m on)
bad ass n*gga, i feel like von (like von)
fat ass drum, it’ll eat yo’ lungs (yo’ lungs)
ugh, f*ck them guns
he wan’t smoke we can run his 1’s (his 1’s)
ugh, i got funds
ball now, she ranking them air force (1’s them 1’s)
he think he sl!ck ’till i take his gun (his gun)
i want it all, imma take yo’ ho’ (yo’ ho’)
ugh, 3, 4 blunts (blunts)
f*ckin’ around, imma face that hoe (dat hoe)
i see the opp, imma chase that hoe (dat hoe)
chop’ gon’ spray, imma mace that hoe (dat hoe)
check yo’ drink, might’ve laced that hoe (dat hoe)
f*ck what you think, imma get that dough (dough)
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